" Ouch! I know that would make me want to be sure I won," Ross admitted."Then it's settled. We have the penalty for the loser, now what are the rules?... Butch asked."Well, first, one woman - one count. No fucking the same woman twice. You can if you really want to, but she only counts once. Second, we keep track of how many we screw and at the end of three months, we write down that number and all their names. Since we won't be discussing it before hand, we will be less likely to lie about it,". "Way over there by the milk machine. The kid with the red hair. That's Jack, the one I sucked off yesterday in the bushes."Pam squinted, unable to make out the boy's face clearly. Although she hated to admit it, the boy did look vaguely familiar. And he was looking toward her and Cissy. In fact, all the boys at the redhead's table were looking cross the lunchroom at her and Cissy."I told you they were looking at us funny," Pam said. "That punk's squealed and by now the whole school knows about. This man failed to return as well, and by first light the Elder decided he was done wasting time. "Mount up," he told the brethren. "Kendall, you ride at my side and nowhere else, understand?" Yes," Conway said sullenly.The two dozen men came riding into Moro at full gallop and with guns drawn. All they found was a fire pit and the bodies of their two scouts. The Elder sent teams of two men through the town looking for signs of the Kendall group, but he knew they'd find little, if. On a tour, each theatre you visit will, after the first night, hold a drinks reception for the cast and theatre members. Always a must-go-to, free drinks and canapes, and serving are the girls who usher the audience in and out of the show. One of these girls was particularly good-looking; short blonde hair, bee-sting lips, blue eyes, pale skin. Her white blouse and black knee-length skirt were theatre-issue, but you could tell her body was curved in all the right places. She looked gorgeous..